Ladies' Magazine, Volume 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... called her - Fanny ; ) - with a prodigality that marked her for a favorite of nature ; yet I cannot be positive of the color of her hair , whether it was black , brown , or chesnut . The qualities of her mind and temper demand more par ...
... called her - Fanny ; ) - with a prodigality that marked her for a favorite of nature ; yet I cannot be positive of the color of her hair , whether it was black , brown , or chesnut . The qualities of her mind and temper demand more par ...
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... called adroit gentlemen , who had ingeniously discovered an easy and genteel method of enriching themselves from the stores of the plodding and mechanical . The courts of justice are exclusively under the control of the men , and it is ...
... called adroit gentlemen , who had ingeniously discovered an easy and genteel method of enriching themselves from the stores of the plodding and mechanical . The courts of justice are exclusively under the control of the men , and it is ...
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... called " fortunate : " the one who falls is represented as a martyr to public opinion ; his loss is lamented , and he is eulogized much more flatteringly than he probably would have been , had he " died in his bed , like a good ...
... called " fortunate : " the one who falls is represented as a martyr to public opinion ; his loss is lamented , and he is eulogized much more flatteringly than he probably would have been , had he " died in his bed , like a good ...
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... called bigoted zeal , which marked the progress of that stupendous event . No one can view the vestiges which yet remain , of this venerable monastic establishment , without a deep and solemn feeling of regret , for the excesses that ...
... called bigoted zeal , which marked the progress of that stupendous event . No one can view the vestiges which yet remain , of this venerable monastic establishment , without a deep and solemn feeling of regret , for the excesses that ...
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... called up in the mind of the reader . Again , when Milton , in that most musical passage in the English language , cries , And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul ...
... called up in the mind of the reader . Again , when Milton , in that most musical passage in the English language , cries , And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul ...
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Page 411 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Page 328 - O'er other creatures: yet, when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded : wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Page 369 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 459 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned,' like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Page 194 - ... durable, because more natural, and which, according to the different views in which we survey her, is capable either of exalting beyond measure, or diminishing the lustre of her character. This prejudice is founded on the consideration of her sex. When we contemplate...
Page 50 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 460 - What is that, mother ? The swan, my love. — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when Death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Page 50 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 150 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.